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GILES: Previously on Buffy the Vampire Slayer--

You are the Slayer.

Into each generation, a Slayer is born.

-Why don't we start with, "Hi. I'm Buffy"? -Xander.

-Cordelia. -Willow, right?

-Mr. Giles. -Angel.

(exhales)

Gave me a pretty good run there.

Bet the blood's just pumpin'.

Bet it's hot.

-Don't hurt me. -Don't hurt you?

-(laughs) -(door opening)

-Hey, what's going on? -(growls)

Help me! Call the police!

Get outta here, girl.

You guys havin' a fight?

'Cause, you know, fighting's not cool.

-Get outta here! -No.

No, she wants to stay. I don't mind a little appetizer.

Have you ever heard the expression, "biting off more than you can chew?"

Okay.

Um, how 'bout the expression,

-"Vampire Slayer"? -What the hell you talkin' about?

Wow, never heard that one.

Okay, how about,

"Oh, god, my leg, my leg"?

(snarls)

Oh, god, my leg!

-See? Now we're communicating. -(yells)

Wow. Been a long while since i met one who didn't know me.

You should get home.

How'd you do that?

It's what I do.

But you're-- you're just a girl.

That's what I keep saying.

(theme music playing)

Something going on out back?

-Vampire. -Oh.

(sighs) Anything?

Nothing you want to hear. The ritual is--

-Explain it again. -There's nothing new to--

Go through it again.

The key was living energy.

It needed to be channeled, poured

into a specific place at a specific time.

The energy would flow into that spot.

The walls between the dimensions break down.

It stops. The energy's used up the walls come back up.

Glory uses that time to get back into her own dimension,

not caring that all manner of hell

will be unleashed on earth in the meantime.

Um... But only for a little while, right? The walls come back,

Uh, no more hell?

That's only if the energy is stopped.

And now the key is human--

is Dawn.

GILES: "The blood flows. The gates will open.

The gates will close when it flows no more."

When Dawn is dead.

I have places to be! (giggles)

Why blood? Why Dawn's blood?

I mean, why couldn't it be like a-- a lymph ritual?

'Cause it's always got to be blood.

We're not actually discussing dinner right now.

Blood is life, lackbrain.

Why do you think we eat it? It's what keeps you going,

makes you warm, makes you hard,

makes you other than dead.

Course it's her blood.

BUFFY: Pretty simple math here.

We stop Glory before she can start the ritual.

We still have a couple of hours, right?

If my calculations are right.

-But, Buffy-- -I don't wanna hear it.

-I understand that. -No! No, you don't understand!

We are not talking about this.

Yes, we bloody well are!

If Glory begins the ritual,

if we can't stop her--

Come on. Say it.

We're "bloody well" talking about this!

Tell me to kill my sister.

She's not your sister.

No... she's not.

She's more than that.

She's me.

The monks made her out of me.

I hold her, and I feel closer to her than--

It's not just the memories they built.

It's physical.

Dawn is a part of me...

-The only part that I-- -We'll solve this.

We will. Don't have another coma, okay?

If the ritual starts, then every living creature

in this and every other dimension imaginable

will suffer unbearable torment and death.

Including Dawn.

Then the last thing she'll see is me protecting her.

You'll fail.

You'll die.

We all will.

I'm sorry.

I love you all, but I'm sorry.

Okay, all in favor of stopping Glory before the ritual--

Suggestions, ideas? Time's a-wastin'. (Snapping fingers)

Uh... When you say you love us all-- GILES AND XANDER: Shut up!

Willow! I bet you've got some dark spell a-brewin'.

Uh, make her a toad? Little hoppy toad?

We hit her with a hammer? (Tara giggles)

Hoppy toad. (giggling continues)

What about Ben? He can be killed, right? I mean, i know he's an innocent,

but, you know, not like "Dawn" innocent.

We could kill a--

a regular guy.

God.

It's doubtful he'll surface again this close to the ritual.

We can expect it's Glory we're dealing with.

WILLOW: We don't have to kill her.

We just have to stop her from doing the ritual.

I mean, there's only the one time that she can do it, right?

Yeah. We get her on the ropes, we just gotta keep her occupied till it's too late.

Okay. But I'm still not hearing enough ideas.

She's a God. Let's think outside the box.

-Why don't you go think outside the bleeding box. -Yes, Anya,

apart from your incredibly un-infectious enthusiasm,

-have you anything else to contribute? -The Dagon Sphere!

-Sorry? -When Buffy first met Glory,

she found that magical,

glowy sphere that was meant to repel Glory.

We've got it in the basement. It might drive her away or hurt her.

Oh!

And Olaf the Troll God's enchanted hammer.

You want to fight a God, use the weapon of a God.

Uh, nah, that thing's too heavy to--

-Yeah, good. -I like this.

Thanks. Here to help. Wanna live.

Smart chicks are so hot.

You couldn't have figured that out in tenth grade?

GILES: Well, we have some ideas if we could actually get...

Glory on the run, but, um--

But we still have no idea how to find her.

Big day! Oh, it calls me.

I have to be there!

TARA: Big day.

They, uh, said you have to put this on...

for the ceremony.

What if I don't?

Come on. Just--

What if I don't like the color?

Look, I-- I wish there was another way.

And I wish you'd fall on your head and drown in your own barf, so...

I guess we're both disappointed.

I think... It'll be quick.

Actually, sir, the bleeding is quite a slow process,

to give the portal time to-- Thank you for the information.

-I'll do what I can to-- -Change.

-What? -Change.

Be her. I don't want to look at you.

-Dawn, I don't think you wanna-- -Be Glory.

Be Glory!

-Glory! Glory! Glory! -Will you just stop

shouting already?

So, what's the hubbub, bub?

What do you got against old Benji?

He's a monster.

At least you're up front about it.

Just don't be so hard on the boy.

He just wants to live.

Most guys would do the same.

Besides, he's probably the reason your sis and her little cartoon pals

are still alive.

That little nagging pinch of humanity...

that makes me go for the hurt instead of the kill.

Lowering myself to trade blows with the Slayer

when I should have just put my fist through her heart.

It's gotta be Ben.

Or maybe you just can't take her.

Ohh.

-(Dawn gasps) -(chuckles) Funny thing.

You've been here for a few hours now, and I haven't seen big sis galloping in to save you.

She probably knows what a terrible mistake that'd be.

-She's not afraid of you. -Oh, no, sweetie baby,

Talkin' about the ritual.

'Cause you know I bleed you, the portals open.

But once you die, they close.

The faster you die, the better for your sorry species.

I'm bettin' Buffy knows that.

Since she's not really your sister,

I'm guessin' she isn't gonna show.

And if she does... might not be to save you.

Buffy.

You sure you're not gonna tire yourself out? I'm sure.

We're still working on ideas.

Time's short, but, uh,

best leave it to the last moment.

If we go in too early and she takes us out,

no chance of getting her to miss her window.

Then we wait. (grunts)

I imagine you hate me right now.

I love Dawn.

I know.

But I have sworn to protect this sorry world,

and sometimes that means saying and doing...

what other people can't,

what they shouldn't have to.

You try and hurt her, and you know I'll stop you.

I know.

This is how many apocalypses for us now?

Oh, uh, well,

six, at least.

Feels like a hundred.

I've always stopped them,

-Always won. -Yes.

I sacrificed Angel to save the world.

I loved him so much.

But I knew... I was right.

I don't have that anymore.

I don't understand.

I don't know how to live in this world,

if these are the choices,

if everything just gets stripped away.

I don't see the point.

I just wish that--

I just wish my mom was here.

The Spirit Guide told me

that death is my gift.

Guess that means a Slayer really is just a killer, after all.

I think you're wrong about that.

It doesn't matter.

If Dawn dies,

I'm done with it. I'm quitting.

(whispering) Everything is prepared.

Okay, campers, it's almost stab time. You two, get her.

No! (screams)

Buffy!

-(screaming) -See ya in a few.

Any luck? Have you found the Dagon Sphere?

Um, I'm sure it's here.

-Just be a minute. -Yeah, we're on it.

Let's look over here, where we didn't look yet.

GILES: Time is a factor.

Yes, yes, not to worry.

(door closes)

So, are you more relaxed?

-No. -No?

I mean it sounded like you, uh...

-arrived. -No. Yes.

I-- I had the pleasure moment

and the blissful calm that comes right after it.

But that only lasted a couple of seconds, and now I'm terrified again.

Well, you don't have to be.

-(gasps) -What?

Spike's sex-bot.

Why didn't they just melt it down into scrap?

Maybe Willow wanted it.

I don't think Willow feels that way about Buffy.

I mean, I know she's gone through a lot of changes, but--

To study it.

Right.

Robotics. Science.

-ANYA: pervert. -Other pervert.

And don't frighten me like that!

God, who-- who would put something like that there?

Is this supposed to be some sort of sick joke?

I mean, things aren't bad enough.

-This is an omen. -Hey, hey-hey. Shh.

No, no, no, it's an omen! It's a higher power,

Trying to tell me through bunnies that we're all gonna die.

-Oh, god. -No, it's not.

-It's okay. -No, you see,

Usually, when there's an apocalypse, I skedaddle.

But now, I love you so much that, instead,

I have inappropriately timed sex and try to think of ways to fight a God.

And worry terribly that something might happen to you.

And also worry that something'll happen to me.

And then I have guilt that I'm not more worried about everyone else,

but I just don't have enough.

I'm just on total overload, and I honestly don't think

that I could be more nervous than I am right now.

Care to wager on that?

Anya,

you wanna marry me?

Can I take that as a "maybe"? You're proposing to me!

Yes. You're proposing to me 'cause we're gonna die.

And-- and you think it's romantic and sexy,

and you know you're not gonna have to go through with it 'cause the world's gonna end!

I'm proposing to you, Anya, because it's not.

-You can't know that. -I believe it.

I think we're gonna get through this.

I think I'm gonna live a long and silly life,

and I'm not interested in doing that without you around.

Oh. Okay.

Okay?

Yes.

I mean, yes.

-No. -No.

After.

Give it to me when the world doesn't end.

What have you got for me? Some ideas.

Well, notions or...

theories based on wild speculation.

Did I mention I'm not good under pressure?

I need you, Wil. You're my big gun.

I'm your-- No, I was never a gun.

Someone else should be the gun. I-I could be a cudgel...

or-or a pointy stick.

You're the strongest person here.

-You know that, right? -Well, no.

Wil, you're the only person that's ever hurt Glory... at all.

You're my best shot at getting her on the ropes, so don't get a jelly belly on me now.

Well, I do sort of have this one idea,

but the last few days,

I've mostly been looking into ways to help Tara.

I know that shouldn't be my priority.

Of course it should.

Well, I've been charting their essences, mapping out.

I think... If I can get close enough,

I may be able to reverse what Glory did,

like take back what she took from Tara.

It might weaken Glory or make her less coherent,

or it might make all our heads explode.

GILES: Buffy.

I'll try to work it.

Don't worry, love. It won't be long.

Bitch! I'm supposed to work on the factors!

I'm not-- I'm not--

I'm gonna bring you back.

No. No, no, that's good.

That could be pivotal. Thank you, guys.

Um, well, then you're gonna need some--

Way ahead of you. We have time?

-Yes, if you hurry. -Oh, okay.

-I'll grab some weapons too. -I'm looking for something in a broadsword.

-Don't be swinging that thing near me. -Hey, I happen to be--

A glorified bricklayer?

I'm also a swell bowler. Has his own shoes.

The Gods themselves do tremble. Spike, shut your mouth.

Come with me.

The weapons are in the chest by the TV.

-I'll grab the stuff upstairs. -Uh, Buffy--

If you wanna just hand them over the threshold--

Come in, Spike.

Hm.

Presto. No barrier.

Um, we won't bother with the small stuff.

Couple of good axes should hold off Glory's mates...

while you take on the lady yourself.

We're not all gonna make it. You know that.

Yeah.

Hey, I always knew I'd go down fighting.

I'm counting on you... to protect her.

Till the end of the world.

Even if that happens to be tonight.

-I'll be a minute. -Yeah.

I know you never loved me.

I know that I'm a monster.

But you treat me like a man, and that's--

Get your stuff. I'll be here.

(wind whistling)

She will come to you soon.

We on schedule?

(Giles grunts)

Yes. It's time.

Wil?

Tara, baby.

Is there somewhere you should be?

-They held me down. -No one's holding you.

It's the big day, right?

WILLOW: Do you wanna go?

You're a killer.

This is all set down.

Stay close but don't crowd her.

We'll follow in a minute. Hey, everybody knows their jobs.

Remember, the ritual starts, we all die.

And I'll kill anyone who comes near Dawn.

Well, not exactly the Saint Crispin's Day speech, was it?

"We few...

we happy few--" We band of buggered.

-Shpadoinkle. -What is that?

The portal must open up there.

BUFFY: Wil, you're up.

GILES: Need anything?

Could use a little courage.

The real kind.

But thanks.

You, what are you doing here? She's with me.

(Glory, Tara groaning)

What the frickin' hell did that bitch do to me?

You look fine. Uh, truly.

She made a little-- she made a hole.

Oh, I need a brain to eat.

Oh, take mine, O groove-tastic one.

I said a brain, you worthless dirt.

Big day. I got places to be. Big day.

Need a brain. (chuckles)

Suppose I could always use yours.

BUFFY: Okay then.

Come and get it.

You don't seem very well.

Your little witch bitch gave me kind of a headache there.

But if you think this is going to last more than eight seconds--

I noticed you're talking, whereas in your position, I would attack me.

Oh, most sweaty, naughty feelings-causing one, should we--

Go guard the girl.

This is-- this is a, uh--

-Diversionary tactic? -Go guard!

It's strange.

You're not as blurry with speed as usual, either.

-The witch-- -It's not her.

Might be this.

I heard it's supposed to repel you,

so my guess is you probably shouldn't touch it either.

You're gonna wish you were--

Stand fast! Kill anyone who dares approach!

This will be our day of Glory!

Well punned! Well, it just called out to me.

-Tara? -(grunting)

Tara?

Tara?

Willow?

-Tara? -Willow,

I got so lost.

I found you.

I will always find you.

You know what?

I'm feeling a little better.

And now I'm a little bored.

Oh, I'm sorry. 'Cause you're about--

Wow. The Slayer's a robot.

Did everybody else know the Slayer was a robot?

Glory?

You're not the brightest God in the heavens, are you?

Buffy! I'm up here!

Buffy!

Oh, no, you don't.

Buffy! I'm up here!

Buffy!

(grunts)

Uh!

-Uh! -(yells)

You lost your hammer, sweet cheeks.

What are you gonna hit me with now?

(groaning)

Whatever's handy.

And the glorified bricklayer picks up a spare.

Has anyone noticed that we're going backwards?

It's crossed my mind.

As long as Buffy can keep Glory down

long enough, it doesn't matter.

There's only a few minutes left to start the ritual.

(gasps)

You. You can help me.

DAWN: Untie me.

Please. Help me. She's coming.

Well, it seems she's running

a bit late, is the thing.

And, uh, if Her Splendidness

can't be here in time to bleed you--

(whispering) Hey, kid. Wanna see a trick?

(gasps)

How we doing? So far, it's a tie.

We haven't got up to Dawn, but then neither has anyone else.

Someone's up there.

Okay, we gotta charge or something. We tried that.

WILLOW (through Telepathy): Spike, can you hear me?

-Yeah. Loud and clear. - Is there someone up there with Dawn?

Yeah. Can't tell who.

-Are you talking to us? -Get up there. Go now.

-Yeah, but-- - (echoey) Go!

-Ah! -Get back!

Well, what do you know?

It's just about that time. Spike!

Doesn't a fella stay dead when you kill him?

Look who's talking.

Come on, Doc. Let's you and me have a go.

I... do have a prior appointment.

-This won't take long. -No. I don't imagine it will.

-(groans) -(gasps)

You're just a mortal. You couldn't understand my pain.

Then I'll just have to settle for causing it.

(groans) You can't kill me.

No. But my arm's not even tired yet.

You don't come near the girl, Doc.

I don't smell a soul anywhere on you.

-Why do you even care? -I made a promise to a lady.

Oh?

-(grunting) -(gasps)

Well, I'll send the lady your regrets.

No. (yells)

-(Dawn screams) -No!

-Stop it. -You're a God.

-(yells) -Make it stop.

-(gulps) -(inhales)

I'm sorry.

Tell her it's over. She missed her shot.

She goes.

She ever, ever comes near me and mine again--

We won't. I swear.

-(hammer clanks) -(coughs)

I guess we're stuck with each other, huh, baby?

Can you move?

Need a-- a minute.

She could've killed me.

No, she couldn't. Never.

And sooner or later, glory will reemerge

and make Buffy pay for that mercy.

And the world with her.

Buffy even knows that,

and still she couldn't take a human life.

She's a hero, you see.

She's not like us.

Us?

(muffled moans)

(groans, struggling stops)

(agonized cries)

-Shallow cuts. -(whimpering)

Shallow cuts.

-(agonized cry) -Let the blood flow...

free.

BUFFY: Dawn. Buffy!

This should be interesting.

(screams)

Come here.

Buffy, it hurts.

BUFFY: I got it. Come here. You're gonna be...

Okay.

-Go! -Buffy, it's started.

MAN: Watch out! Fire!

(creatures screeching)

Xander!

Anya!

-I'm sorry. -It doesn't matter.

What are you doing?

I have to jump. The energy-- It'll kill you.

I know.

Buffy, I know about the ritual.

I have to stop it.

No.

I have to. Look at what's happening.

(bellowing)

Buffy, you have to let me go.

Blood starts it, and until the blood stops flowing,

it'll never stop.

You know you have to let me.

It has to have the blood.

'Cause it's always got to be blood.

BUFFY: it's Summers' blood. It's just like mine. She's me.

The monks made her out of me.

Death is your gift.

-Death-- -... is your gift.

Buffy, no.

Dawnie, I have to.

No! Listen to me.

Please, there's not a lot of time. Listen.

(no audible dialogue)

BUFFY: Dawn, listen to me. Listen.

I love you. I will always love you.

This is the work that I have to do.

BUFFY: Tell Giles that--

Tell Giles I figured it out,

and-- and I'm okay.

And give my love to my friends.

You have to take care of them now.

You have to take care of each other.

You have to be strong.

Dawn, the hardest thing in this world is to live in it.

Be brave. Live...

for me.

Grr! Arrgh!